By Daniel Paiz

There are periods of time where sometimes snippets arise, and sometimes phrases like comfort cuts like razors come to mind. They have intrigue, mystery, and vivid imagery behind them, but they are also abstract enough for you to craft your own idea. Poetry is remarkable in that regard.

There is, of course, a point to the smashing of some words together. The audience should be kept in mind and catered to in terms of grabbing your attention. However, at the end of the day the poetry is also first and foremost for the poet as well. With all of that in mind, let’s see how the above words leave you nicked up, or instead unscathed.

Comfort Cuts Like Razors

Enamored with your favorite blanket,

situated where your back and hips feel no pain.

Randomly surfing through your phone’s squares,

ignoring light tingling in your fingers and brain.

Rinse and repeat these wee hour practices,

regretting lethargic early rising.

Such patterns are familiar and feel good,

yet sighs fully empty lead to pause after midday.

Learned behavior is repetitive actions,

motions that cause eyes to fully glaze.

Say,

shift to rift in daily monotony could have you fathom what could really be okay,

what could reinvigorate circulation into one’s unnatural, frustrated living decay

held at bay,

our own suffocated hostage.

Lost it to try and maintain a few green slips in pocket,

forgotten

is what keeps me waking up each day.

Crashed, bloodied, slashed, and butchered ambition

leads to murder one charge,

where creativity loses a chance to splay.